"Water water everywhere,
not a drop to drink."
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Nature Reveals The Heart
Watching drops suspended from branches reminded me of a poem my wife wrote about back in college. It comes to mind whenever I strive to shoo away the lonely birds that perch upon my shoulders in seasons like this. I find myself thirsty, longing to be quenched, wondering, waiting, and praying.
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The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner. I really like that poem. I'm a nerd.
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